Born On The Outs کے بول

Here's a riddle What is a moderate when there's no middle? Clutching the rudder while the boat's on fire Knee deep in fascists, but you're undecided Your defense is Okay, but what about you straddle fences? As yet another hate crime commences Can't stop a Nazi with good intentions With your silence You vote for their oppression With your violence You vote continuation The future stands and waits As millions live in pain On moderation's grave I carve my name in hate I carve my name in hate Change the station, I need a better song It's not my nation until it's everyone's As millions die in vain The future stands and waits On moderation's grave I carve my name in hate Born on the outside, I accept my fate I carve my name in hate Born on the outside, I accept my fate I carve my name in hate